Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.